I love the smell of coffee in the morning
Trip Start Jul 12, 2010
9Trip End Jul 31, 2010
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Extended Stay America
When last we left Kermit, he was enjoying the deep south of Thailand, fast growing a mullet, donning a shabby wife-beater and calling out for me to bring him another Singha beer. I kicked him in the gills and made him clean out the scum from the nearby pond so I could set up a wheel-less motorcycle on cement blocks and swim in my curlers. I may be taking this metaphor a bit too far. Sigh.
Anyway, Kermit was quite fond of many of the Southern people he met, but one gracious spirit in particular caught his bulbous eye
Free will is an amazing gift, and one I think that we take for granted too often. When we are manipulated or ordered to do something, even for a good cause, a sacrificial cause, it loses its benevolence, its flavor, its meaning. God's greatest gift of love to man was that of choice. We are free to choose. We can choose love, or we can choose hate. We can choose life, or we can choose death. But most of, we can choose to sacrifice from the depths of our soul, and when it is done with true grace, the nature of its intention will never die. It will live forever in the hearts of those it touches. I am so very proud of Kermit and the choice he made, and I know that he will forever represent something meaningful to those nice Southerners. And even if it doesn't to them, it will to me.
Flying back to the good old United States of America, I am so refreshed
If I've learned anything so far this trip, it's that I am a professional, international Lucille Ball. It's a good thing I love to laugh, especially at myself. I've laughed at myself squirting Vietnamese sauce on my nice polo shirt, popping edamame like a circus clown and bopping people on the head with my suitcase down the aisle of an airplane. If I didn't laugh, I'd cry. Cry because I miss my family so much it hurts. I can't wait for the next battle of the bedtime toothbrushing, an oatmeal explosion on the floor, and even a hubby nudge in the early morning to, um, play a game of Uno. I miss my friends, my bed, my lovely mother, but most of all, I miss my homeostasis.
I'll be home soon with my last blog update... :)